It was almost poetic that The Real Housewives of New York City kicked off its 10th season with a Halloween party. The event was a shrill harbinger of the nightmarish season ahead for the ladies of the Big Apple. It also highlighted an issue that’s haunted the entire franchise since its inception: it's lack of diversity.
It all started when Luann de Lesseps—the Housewife formerly known as The Countess—boasted about how much she’s “suffered” since her marriage to Tom D'Agostino ended in a Chernobol-esque disaster after a tumultuous engagement and a whirlwind seven months of wedding bleakness.
Luann arrived to Dorinda’s Halloween party in with a gigantic, two-foot afro that was more befitting of Marge Simpson than the intended diva Diana Ross. Ontop of that, her skin was seemingly darker than it normally is. Yes, that’s right. The woman, who made a career of preaching, writing and sing about class and etiquette actually wore motherfucking blackface in 2018.
Supernatural's season 12 began with the impossible, even in the realm of monsters, demons and angels: Sam and Dean Winchester were reunited with their mother, who died more than 30 years earlier, burning to death on the ceiling as a four-year-old Dean carried his infant brother, Sam, to safety.
Not only was Mary Winchester always idolized by her late husband and son so intensely, Madonna (you can decide between the Virgin and the pop star) would be jealous, it was later revealed that she, in true Winchester form, had made a deal to save her young John’s life, and that was why demon came for her and baby Sammy that fateful night.
But the Winchesters still aren’t ironing their best flannels and booking brunch at the nearest hunters’ bar for a Mother’s Day celebration 34 years in the making, and I can only gather my feels-starved frustration to wonder how it all went so terrifyingly wrong?
The amount of feels to be harvested from this reunion, fraught with love and betrayal, were infinite, and somehow, Supernatural has yet to truly cash in on the brilliantly orchestrated drama they created.
Here's how Supernatural has completely botched Mama Winchester's return...
My idle mind is a funny place. It may look like I'm working or normal or even sane, but most of the time, I'm thinking about really weird things, like what my life would be like as a superhero. Though I would have to figure out ways to get rich before I'd forfeit my TGIT for saving lives, I often imagine how much easier my life would be if I could throw lightning or take a leisurely super-sonic jog to a gloriously Cheeto-free Earth (On Earth-2 Beyonce is a senator!) like The Flash's Barry Allen.
But Iris West, one of the only members of Team Flash who isn't a meta-human, is forever proving that black girls have a power all their own: black girl magic.
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